My paternal grandmother passed away on Monday morning. She was 95 years old and had lived independently up until only a couple months ago. I had last seen her on September 9 of last year, my mother and I had met at grandma's place for a visit. I liked visiting with her but I usually always had someone with me, just to help fill the silences. It can be hard to keep a conversation going for a few hours, for me anyway. Grandma loved talking about the farm where she grew up and I was able to get part of one of those stories on video that day. Two days later she called me to wish me a happy birthday - a message that I still have on my phone. I think part of me really thought that it may be the last time I see her, and it was.
We drove down, about an hour and change away, on Wednesday afternoon and checked into a hotel before going to the wake. I had just been here less than two years ago for my maternal grandmother's funeral. Like then, there were several relatives I had not seen in a long time - aunts and uncles, and lots of cousins that have grown up and, in many cases, had moved away. It was very nice to see them all again.
A few years ago I was visiting with her and she asked me to be one of her pall bearers. Of course, I told her, and I was. My brother and sister always used to tease me about being her favorite. I was her first grandchild, but I cannot say that I was the favorite. Maybe they were just rotten kids. I think I'll just go with that. Thursday morning was the last visitation and funeral service. It was nice as far as church things go, grandma didn't need to know I'm agnostic/atheist. The ceremony by the grave site was shortened as it was very cold that morning, barely above zero, so no one lingered long. Afterward was a lunch in a small hall attached to the church. It was a last opportunity to visit with everyone before we all went our separate ways again.
I'm fresh out of grandparents now. A sign of getting older, I guess. RIP Grandma L, I will miss you.
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